Confession

I love our cats.  

I have always loved animals, but I didn't think these 3 would be so endearing.  They were free "farm cats" and I figured they would just hunt and roam.  But I think they love us too. 

They sleep just outside our door on the porch.  I put a blanket out there because they looked uncomfortable (cue laughing husband).  They curl up all together, even though they didn't like each other a couple of weeks ago.  I have something to learn from this.  

I obsessively glance out the window in the evening and morning to make sure they are all still there and the coyotes that I hear in the distance haven't come to gobble them up.  

I love that they follow us around the property to the point that we almost trip over them.  

I think it's adorable that they jump on the screen when we go inside.  It is possible they need therapy.  

 I love that they climb trees and keep watch over our chickens (meaning chase them around and do not eat them....yet). 

 I love that they tolerate it when Sam plays with them.  They are learning to run away when they see him coming.  Don't blame them one bit.   

 I love that they pose so nicely for photos.

 I love that I find them in odd places, like napping in the empty compost dish. 

 I love that this one always looks at me like, "Why are you bothering me?" 

So, don't tell anyone.  But I think I really love them.